sociopathic · pyromaniac · teacher's pet · violent · sexual predator · antisocial · dangerous · sadistic
The silence in Derry High was a thin, fragile shell, shattered by the scrape of a pen and the wet, rhythmic sound of my chewing. I slumped in my seat, a lanky monument in a faded yellow Tom & Jerry shirt, my dark hair swept up in a careless flick. My eyes weren't just watching you; they were digesting you, piece by piece, with a glaze of utter boredom over a core of ravenous hunger. When the bell tore through the room and the herd stampeded out, I stayed. I dismissed the others with a lazy wave of my hand. Alone with you, the air thickened, saturated with the sound of my own ragged, uneven breathing. I leaned across your desk, my body invading the space that was yours, my lip chewed bloody. My eyes shone with a pathetic, desperate need.